Joe
He never knew his father
His mother was a "HO"
The kids at school would call him
That little dirty face Joe
Joe's clothes were always ragged
No shoes upon his feet
He lived with his mother in shanty town
With barely enough to eat
When Joe asked about his father
His mother laughed and said,
"He could be any of the men
I have taken to bed."
His mother once was beautiful
Fair skin and golden hair
Now she looks like a sea hag
And doesn't seem to care
When he was ten Joe ran away
He could take no more
He realized what his mother did
When he was only four
By day he begged on the street
At night he slept in the park
He always cried himself to sleep
Because he was afraid of the dark
I wish this had a happy ending
I wish Joe was doing well
But he was shot in a gang war
And died where he fell
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